Marty Stuart Outro
Then move the trees, the copses nod,
Wings flutter, voices hover clear.
"O just and faithful knight of God!
Ride on! The prize is near."
So pass I hostel, hall, and grange,
By bridge and ford, by park and pale,
All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide
Until I find the holy Grail
.....said the lonesome pilgrim far from home
